TOBY
She’s gone before I’ve even realised that she’s managed to twist out of my grip and I groan, pulling at the fabric of my trousers in the hope of giving my aching cock some space.
Suddenly, a low, sexy beat fills the space around us, and a smile twitches at my lips. Hera’s parting gift for us.
Jodie pauses and glances over her shoulder. The look in her dark eyes is pure sex, and it makes every single muscle in my body beg for me to follow her, to bend her over the bar and fuck her until her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.
Or I could throw her over my shoulder, lock her back up on that cross. Add a few more images to my wank bank of her completely at my mercy. Or there’s the swing… or the bed… a spreader bar…
Fuck. The possibilities are endless. I have every intention of trying out every single one and then a few more with my girl in the coming weeks, months, and years.
Right now, I need to lock my desire to take her down and let her finally get the chance she’s always dreamed of. Getting up on stage and channeling all that sexiness she oozes, the confidence, her sinful fucking curves.
She starts moving again, swaying her hips to the music, making my gaze drop to her arse.
Fuck.
I bite down on the inside of my cheeks as I take her in. I knew that dress was going to be fucking dangerous on her from the moment I saw it. I’ve never spent such an obscene amount of money on one item of clothing before, but hell, it was worth every single penny.
She steps up onto the stage, wraps her fingers around the pole, arches her back, drops her head and swings around it.
Jesus. Fuck. This is going to be torture.
I tug at my trousers again, but it’s pointless. There’s nowhere near enough space down there for what I’m about to witness.
Her movements are fluid, totally in sync with the music. It’s almost as if she’s spent all week rehearsing, it’s so perfect. Or maybe I’m just blinded by desire and the painful ache in my balls. Who gives a fuck if it is? As I watch her dip and roll her hips against the pole, the only thing I can think about is her, about how incredible she is, how strong she is, how literally every single thing she does blows me away.
Her skin is flushed with sweat, her cheeks are red from exertion, and it spreads down her neck, disappearing beneath the low-cut neckline of her dress. Her breasts are straining against the fabric covering them, desperate to be released.
I sit forward in my seat, more than ready to end this torture and go and drag her off the stage, but my movements pause when she reaches behind her and begins dragging the zip of her dress down.
Oh hell, yes.
Take it off for me, baby.
Resting my elbows on my knees, I lean forward as much as I can without crashing off the chair with my need to get closer to my girl.
The second the back of her dress is open, she lets the straps fall down her arms, teasing me with just hints of the black and red underwear I know she’s wearing beneath.
“You’re a tease, Demon.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she shoots back. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself that much, bad boy. You almost look… composed.”
A smirk curls at my lips.
“You want to see how composed I am right now, baby?”
“You know I do.” She spins around, biting down on her bottom lip as she drops her eyes down my body. They linger on my crotch and flare with desire when I start stroking myself through the fabric.
I have to grit my teeth in an attempt to hold myself back, because just from watching her, I’m only a few strokes from coming in my pants like a teenager.
“Drop the dress then. Let me see what you’re hiding beneath that dress, Demon,” I growl, my voice full of desperate need.
Reaching above her head, she grips onto the pole and wiggles her hips seductively, allowing the dress to fall down her body until it pools at her feet.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I groan, pushing to my feet and dragging my jumper from my body in one quick move.
Her eyes eat me up as I toe off my shoes and rip open my waistband, pushing both my trousers and my boxers from my hips in one quick move.